#explosion!edgar

[tubulosae-blog]

@spookyrp​

Edgar leaned against the front doorway, without a single care that the door to his house was wide open. If he weren’t so concerned, he would have been ecstatic to have Emmeline coming over to his home. Plus, by the looks of things, his daughter was going to spend the night. And that was all very nice, but he was worried. Too worried to bask in that excitement.

Amelia had said something about owling Emmeline, and that’s why he was just hanging by the door, waiting to see the young witch make her way to his house. What if she didn’t come? Would he get in trouble because he had his daughter overnight? What if the Ministry found out? Would Amelia be deemed unfit to continue to have custody over Dora? What would they do then? Would Oliver step in then?

Her timing was impeccable, and as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he saw Emmeline turning the corner of the street, her features twisted into a scowl. He waited for her to cross the boundary of the house arrest spell before pushing himself off the threshold so she could walk into the house. “By the look on your face, you’ve no idea what’s going on either.” He was hoping that she did. Maybe he’d try phoning Mia again later. 

[tubulosae-blog]

these feelings won’t go away, they’ve been knockin’ me sideways -- “sideways” by citizen cope - azkadamnrp

The first few days after coming back were a blur-- it was a cloud of confusion, of catching up, of frequent questions and open-ended answers. No one knew what was happening. No one knew what to do about it. No one knew what to think of it.

The first few days were filled with tests and information. Amelia and Oliver were alive. She cried a lot, and checked in with him often. Aiden was more or less okay. He looked exhausted and glazed, and there was the hidden smell of alcohol on his breath. But he was alive. Dora had come back, and she was exactly what he remembered: small, bright-eyed, and smiling. She wouldn’t let go of Mia, and she looked tiny next to Susan. It was a strange sight. They should have been the same height, the same age. His eldest daughter and his wife hadn’t come back and he wasn’t quite sure if he was anxious or relieved about that. 

The only person he didn’t see often enough, after being released from Mungo’s and returned to his home, was Emmeline Vance. He’d seen her once, after coming through the veil, and once when she reunited he and Amelia. For the most part, younger nurses took care of him, and Mary had done the interview process, and he couldn’t help but feel like maybe she was purposely keeping herself away from him. He couldn’t blame her. When he’d died, things between them had been painfully awkward, and he couldn’t even imagine the toll his passing must have taken on her. He would have died right with her if their roles had been reversed.

Edgar had tried sending her owls, had tried catching her on his visits to Mungo’s. He made excuses to come see Mia at work, in hopes that he’d cross paths with Emmeline, but nothing. She’d made herself a ghost to him, with only whispers and mentions of her keeping him in his search of a private moment with her.

He finally one day sneaked into her office, and sat himself there all morning. She had to come back sooner or later, and of course he was willing to wait. What he hadn’t planned on was the hunger starting to settle in after a couple of hours, and he was debating taking a break to find food, when he heard the office door open. He immediately stood up, and tried smiling at she entered the room.

“Hey.”